"My friend, do you think liberation theology is a political party and I am its general secretary?"

"I was stunned. But not because Morgan lost his cool with the cop. I was stunned that it had taken him so long to do so."

"There was a bright blue Siamese fighting fish in a Mason jar in a corner of the one-bedroom apartment where Ms. Ren lived with her cousin and four other adults. It rested on a table made from a broken cabinet door. Its name was July, after the month she was told she would finally earn a wage."